San Antonio Rose: I give up! I'm not going to worry about the town anymore.
I don't know. He might make an appearance later on. Who knows? I might
use his given name as the villain of the story. Oops! Gave too much away!
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To everyone else that reviewed: thank you guys so much! (
Disclaimer (is anyone else getting tired of this?): I don't own the Newsies. Period. I do however own Summer, her parents, and any other people I decide to put in my story.
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Summer soundlessly walked up the old, worn stairs to the boys' bunkroom. She smiled when she entered the room. 'They all look so peaceful when they are a sleep. So much like the boys back home. Too bad most of them are little devils when they are a wake.' The new manager proceeded to put two of her fingers to her wind-dried lips. Some of the boys jumped out of bed at the whistle while the rest burrowed deeper under their blankets. "Up and at 'em boys. Time to get a move on." She spoke as she walked down the row of bunks.
"It can' be time ta geddup yet." Race called as he searched for his cigar.
"It's 3:30. Time to get a move on." Every boy that was moving at the time stopped what he was doing and stared at the girl.
"T'ree-thoity?! Who in der right mind would get up at t'ree thoity?" Blink questioned as he and the other boys climbed back into bed.
"I see no problem with getting up at this time in the morning. In fact, I got up at three-thirty every morning back at the ranch."
"And what possessed you ta do dat?" Asked Skittery in between yawns.
"First off, I had to wake up all the hired hands. We had fifteen of them, all about y'all's age. Then we had to do the morning chores like feed and water the cattle." Summer's last words were lost in the slight snoring of the boys. A smile yet again crossed her face at how peaceful they all looked. "Well, I guess I just got to get use to New York time. I'll just get y'all up in an hour or so." She said as she left the bunkroom of the slumbering boys.
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Summer sat at the front desk reading one of her most favorite books of all time when someone startled her. Well if it did startle her, she didn't show it. She carefully looked up from the pages of her book to see a newsy staring back at her.
"I thought you would all be in bed thankful to get another hour of sleep. Is something wrong?" Summer said as she pushed her reading glasses up onto her head.
"No, not'ins wrong. I just couldn't go back ta sleep. Mind if I join yous?" The newsy asked, pointing towards a stool opposite of Summer.
"Go right ahead. You're Skittery right?"
"Yeah."
"Well Skittery, it nice to finally meet you after everything my grandfather had to write about you." Summer let one of her genuine smiles escape across her lips as she talked to Skittery, but only for a second. Her lips returned to the tight frown from the night before. She seemed to almost regret letting Skittery sit down.
"I 'ope it was nothin' bad." He said leaning across the front desk.
"It was all good." Summer carefully bent down the corner of the page she was on and handed the book over to Skittery.
"So. What book yous readin'?"
"My favorite book and play of all time Romeo and Juliet." A dreamy looked crossed her eyes but quickly vanished as she spoke.
"Shakespeare, right?" Skittery asked as he thumbed through several of the pages. 'This goil gets more int'restin every minute she's 'ere.'
"You know your literature. My mother always told me that you could tell what a person is like by the type of books he reads." Summer's attitude from last night seemed to all but disappear as she talked with Skittery. This confused the newsy even more.
"So what would I be able to tell about yous?"
"Probably that I'm a hopeless romantic and that I believe in destiny and other things from the time period except for the Elizabethan concept of love."
"What's Elizabetn' love?"
"Love at first sight. Only loving someone for the way they look and not for who they are."
"Oh." Skittery appreared to be in deep thought as he said this. Was this the same girl that insulted his friend and leader last night? The same girl that was now talking about love? Maybe it was the train ride that made her grumpy.
"Is something the matter?" Summer asked the newsy.
"Um…no. It's just that… why did yous come ta New York and not one of ya parents? Cuz yous don't look any older dan any of use." Skittery asked this question instead of the one he really wanted to ask.
"Well I'll be 18 in June, so I'm not that much older then y'all. And to answer your question, my father has to run the ranch and my mother has to run her hotel and saloon. Why'd you want to know?" Summer stared at the newsy curiously.
"Just 'cuz."
"Whatever. So now that you know a little about me, I think it's time for you to tell me a little about yourself." Summer asked.
"Fair 'nough. I've lived in Manhattan all me life…" Their conversation went on like this, each getting to know the other. Both began to think each would become a great friend. Summer seemed to lighten up with the more the two talked. That is until Skittery came to a certain question.
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"So, why do yous hate Jack?" Skittery asked as soon as he stopped laughing at the story Summer just told him.
"I don't know him well enough to hate him yet. Let's just say I strongly dislike him with a burning passion." She spat out, the smile and playfulness now gone from her face.
"So why do you dislike him?"
"Because his an arrogant, rude, selfish boy!" Summer stared at Skittery daring him to ask another question related to it.
"I'se sorry Summer. I didn't mean ta strike a noive wit ya."
"It's ok. Besides, it's 5:30. Time to get the rest of the boys up." Summer said as she looked at her pocket watch. Skittery followed her back up to the bunkroom. "Now what shall I do? Ah! I know." Summer cleared her throat and spoke as loud as she could with out screaming. "'Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief.'" Skittery laughed at what she was doing as he walked into the bathroom. Not many people would dare pull a blanket off of a sleeping newsy. "Don't worry about being modest, boys. You ain't got anything I haven't seen before." Summer continued to pull the blankets off those that refused to get up tossing them into the middle of the room, until she got to Jack.
She carefully nudged the sleeping newsy. "Jack, get up. Jack…"
"Lemmelone." The leader turned his back to her. "Go away Summer."
"No Jack. Get up now or you'll be sorry."
"Let me sleep Summer." Jack curled up tighter in his blanket as he spoke.
"Fine Jack." He could hear Summer's retreating foots as he went back to sleep. Muffled laughter could as he tried to doze off. Suddenly he was drenched from head to toe with ice-cold water. Jack sat up to see Summer holding a bucket in her hand, smiling at Jack. "Next rime you'll get up when I tell you Jack." And with that, Summer left a very stunned leader and the other newsies to finish getting ready for what was to become a very long, long day.
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Sorry if this chapter sucked. I had a massive case of writers block. I'll go ahead and admit it now. I have a problem with writing the beginning and then planning out things to happen several chapters ahead instead of working on the next. So enough about my problems, go and review! (
Oh yeah! I'm going to a Freedom Foundation Conference this week and will be nowhere near a computer so I will not be able to update. I will try and get the next chapter up before I leave and hopefully I will have more to post when I return. Thanks.
To everyone else that reviewed: thank you guys so much! (
Disclaimer (is anyone else getting tired of this?): I don't own the Newsies. Period. I do however own Summer, her parents, and any other people I decide to put in my story.
**
Summer soundlessly walked up the old, worn stairs to the boys' bunkroom. She smiled when she entered the room. 'They all look so peaceful when they are a sleep. So much like the boys back home. Too bad most of them are little devils when they are a wake.' The new manager proceeded to put two of her fingers to her wind-dried lips. Some of the boys jumped out of bed at the whistle while the rest burrowed deeper under their blankets. "Up and at 'em boys. Time to get a move on." She spoke as she walked down the row of bunks.
"It can' be time ta geddup yet." Race called as he searched for his cigar.
"It's 3:30. Time to get a move on." Every boy that was moving at the time stopped what he was doing and stared at the girl.
"T'ree-thoity?! Who in der right mind would get up at t'ree thoity?" Blink questioned as he and the other boys climbed back into bed.
"I see no problem with getting up at this time in the morning. In fact, I got up at three-thirty every morning back at the ranch."
"And what possessed you ta do dat?" Asked Skittery in between yawns.
"First off, I had to wake up all the hired hands. We had fifteen of them, all about y'all's age. Then we had to do the morning chores like feed and water the cattle." Summer's last words were lost in the slight snoring of the boys. A smile yet again crossed her face at how peaceful they all looked. "Well, I guess I just got to get use to New York time. I'll just get y'all up in an hour or so." She said as she left the bunkroom of the slumbering boys.
**
Summer sat at the front desk reading one of her most favorite books of all time when someone startled her. Well if it did startle her, she didn't show it. She carefully looked up from the pages of her book to see a newsy staring back at her.
"I thought you would all be in bed thankful to get another hour of sleep. Is something wrong?" Summer said as she pushed her reading glasses up onto her head.
"No, not'ins wrong. I just couldn't go back ta sleep. Mind if I join yous?" The newsy asked, pointing towards a stool opposite of Summer.
"Go right ahead. You're Skittery right?"
"Yeah."
"Well Skittery, it nice to finally meet you after everything my grandfather had to write about you." Summer let one of her genuine smiles escape across her lips as she talked to Skittery, but only for a second. Her lips returned to the tight frown from the night before. She seemed to almost regret letting Skittery sit down.
"I 'ope it was nothin' bad." He said leaning across the front desk.
"It was all good." Summer carefully bent down the corner of the page she was on and handed the book over to Skittery.
"So. What book yous readin'?"
"My favorite book and play of all time Romeo and Juliet." A dreamy looked crossed her eyes but quickly vanished as she spoke.
"Shakespeare, right?" Skittery asked as he thumbed through several of the pages. 'This goil gets more int'restin every minute she's 'ere.'
"You know your literature. My mother always told me that you could tell what a person is like by the type of books he reads." Summer's attitude from last night seemed to all but disappear as she talked with Skittery. This confused the newsy even more.
"So what would I be able to tell about yous?"
"Probably that I'm a hopeless romantic and that I believe in destiny and other things from the time period except for the Elizabethan concept of love."
"What's Elizabetn' love?"
"Love at first sight. Only loving someone for the way they look and not for who they are."
"Oh." Skittery appreared to be in deep thought as he said this. Was this the same girl that insulted his friend and leader last night? The same girl that was now talking about love? Maybe it was the train ride that made her grumpy.
"Is something the matter?" Summer asked the newsy.
"Um…no. It's just that… why did yous come ta New York and not one of ya parents? Cuz yous don't look any older dan any of use." Skittery asked this question instead of the one he really wanted to ask.
"Well I'll be 18 in June, so I'm not that much older then y'all. And to answer your question, my father has to run the ranch and my mother has to run her hotel and saloon. Why'd you want to know?" Summer stared at the newsy curiously.
"Just 'cuz."
"Whatever. So now that you know a little about me, I think it's time for you to tell me a little about yourself." Summer asked.
"Fair 'nough. I've lived in Manhattan all me life…" Their conversation went on like this, each getting to know the other. Both began to think each would become a great friend. Summer seemed to lighten up with the more the two talked. That is until Skittery came to a certain question.
**
"So, why do yous hate Jack?" Skittery asked as soon as he stopped laughing at the story Summer just told him.
"I don't know him well enough to hate him yet. Let's just say I strongly dislike him with a burning passion." She spat out, the smile and playfulness now gone from her face.
"So why do you dislike him?"
"Because his an arrogant, rude, selfish boy!" Summer stared at Skittery daring him to ask another question related to it.
"I'se sorry Summer. I didn't mean ta strike a noive wit ya."
"It's ok. Besides, it's 5:30. Time to get the rest of the boys up." Summer said as she looked at her pocket watch. Skittery followed her back up to the bunkroom. "Now what shall I do? Ah! I know." Summer cleared her throat and spoke as loud as she could with out screaming. "'Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief.'" Skittery laughed at what she was doing as he walked into the bathroom. Not many people would dare pull a blanket off of a sleeping newsy. "Don't worry about being modest, boys. You ain't got anything I haven't seen before." Summer continued to pull the blankets off those that refused to get up tossing them into the middle of the room, until she got to Jack.
She carefully nudged the sleeping newsy. "Jack, get up. Jack…"
"Lemmelone." The leader turned his back to her. "Go away Summer."
"No Jack. Get up now or you'll be sorry."
"Let me sleep Summer." Jack curled up tighter in his blanket as he spoke.
"Fine Jack." He could hear Summer's retreating foots as he went back to sleep. Muffled laughter could as he tried to doze off. Suddenly he was drenched from head to toe with ice-cold water. Jack sat up to see Summer holding a bucket in her hand, smiling at Jack. "Next rime you'll get up when I tell you Jack." And with that, Summer left a very stunned leader and the other newsies to finish getting ready for what was to become a very long, long day.
**
Sorry if this chapter sucked. I had a massive case of writers block. I'll go ahead and admit it now. I have a problem with writing the beginning and then planning out things to happen several chapters ahead instead of working on the next. So enough about my problems, go and review! (
Oh yeah! I'm going to a Freedom Foundation Conference this week and will be nowhere near a computer so I will not be able to update. I will try and get the next chapter up before I leave and hopefully I will have more to post when I return. Thanks.
